After several seconds of her exploring, I fisted her hair and pushed deeper, making her take more of me on instinct. Fuck, my balls tightened and felt stuck. The tingling in my spine intensified as my ass clenched. I was so very close to coming. Men with more experience probably could hold on longer, but my girl on her knees in front of me? Yeah, no fucking way.
“Rosa, move. I’m going to come.” I almost hissed those words, but instead of listening to me, she sucked harder and wrapped her delicate fingers around my cock, creating unfamiliar sensations. Fuck, why was the water so hot? It burned my already heated skin. “Rosa,” I warned again, but she didn't listen. Finally, the pleasure, the suction, was too much for me to handle, and I came harder than ever, but her mouth was there and she swallowed every drop. God, I felt slightly dizzy, my eyes blurry from the best fucking orgasm of my entire life.
Finally, when I was done coming, I rested my shoulders back, hot water still surrounding us, and she rose, vulnerability shining in her eyes as she bit her lip, keeping her distance.
No fucking way would I allow her to feel insecure now.
Circling my arms around her, I hugged her fiercely in the aftermath of my pleasure. The pleasure she had given me. “Thank you,” I whispered into her hair, cradling her in my arms.
“You’re welcome,” she replied politely. Chuckling, I leaned back, studying her grinning face. “Was it good?”
Fuck, she had to ask? It just proved how inexperienced she was, not that I minded it one little bit. Yeah, yeah, I’m a chauvinistic bastard.
What fucking ever. “Da, moya krasavica. Unbelievably good.” Satisfaction filled her hazel pools, as she gave me a soft peck on my wet cheek.
“I’m glad I wasn’t bad for the first time.”
Well, didn't that send primitive pleasure through me? There was one more thing to clarify though. “So what did you mean by I taste different?” She blushed and looked down at my chest, and I wondered what exactly could put her in a mood like that after what she did to me.
“I meant different than me.” Well that made my spent cock come to life, no matter how painful it was. “After you go down on me… you almost always kiss me,” she explained. Then she grabbed my mouth to hers, allowing me to taste the mix of her taste with mine. “We need to go.”
I blinked and nodded, but still tried to seek her mouth, but she moved back, laughed, and gave me the shower gel. She put some on herself, and all I was left to do was stare as she cleaned herself. God, but she was gorgeous. “Dom.” Her annoyed voice snapped me out of the haze I was in.
“What?” I murmured.
“Start showering, you are barely standing. We need to get you in bed. We have a flight in a few hours.”
Shit, I completely forgot about Damian and Sapphire’s wedding in two days. We finished the shower, toweled off, and went back to the room. She quickly donned her pink nightgown. My girl loved her lingerie. Why she bothered if I took it off every time, I didn't know.
Breathing heavily, we lay on the bed, and Rosa rested her head on my shoulder as my finger gently traced the outline of her arm. “I could spend forever here,” she murmured, kissing me softly.
Nuzzling into her hair, I inhaled her lavender scent, wondering how the fuck I lived without her all this time. “Me too. But we have to go.” She groaned. “I thought you were looking forward to this wedding?”
She propped up on her arm, her eyes locking with mine as she huffed, annoyed, “I did. Until you kidnapped me and created an unpleasant situation with my father.”
Shrugging, without an ounce of guilt inside me, I replied, “Damian demanded a truce for the time being, and that’s what we will have.” Tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, I added, “You worry for nothing,krasavica.”
“I love my dad.”
Lifting up on the pillow, I placed her on my lap. She bent her knees on either side of me as my thumbs caressed her velvet thighs. “And he loves you. It’s going to be okay.”
She rested her cheek on my shoulder. “I just have bad feeling about it.”
“I’d never let anything happen to you.” My vow echoed in the room as she relaxed in my arms.
If only I could predict the future, I would never have taken her back to the States.
Man with the dragon tattoo
Gazing at the cage in my basement, I couldn't help but feel proud. Chains, knives, bottles, drugs, cameras. All the equipment for the torture and raping of Rosa Giovanni was ready. She was the only missing part.
Two more days.
And her ass would be mine.
Focusing my stare at the printed picture on my board, I sat on the chair, spread my legs, and proceeded to jerk off to the thoughts of her begging me for her life and me refusing.
“Forty-eight hours, Rosa,” I groaned, as my cum spilled on the floor where a quietly crying Bianca sniffled.
